Wow! I've never gotten so many notes so fast! Thanks guys, and yeah, it was a bit rushed. *blushes* So's this part, really, but I wanted to get it up before I go out the door, so, sorry! :D
Ray and Robbie were already at the station when Lily and Travis came rushing in from the downpour, shaking their umbrellas, and somehow still soaked. Both looked up as the door banged open.
"Well, well, well," Ray said, clapping his hands together. "Look who it is!"
"Lily and Travis!" Robbie joined in, grinning. "Both of who were mysteriously absent today."
"We weren't absent," Lily said, putting her borrowed umbrella down. "We were in school."
"Then where were you fifth period?" Robbie pointed out.
"And lunch," added Ray. "Oh, and also sixth, seventh, eighth...need I continue?"
"Ray, we don't even have all those classes together," Lily said, staring at him. "Are you stalking me?"
"What? No," Ray said hurriedly. "I just happened to be wandering the halls."
Robbie laughed. "Unlike Pronto here, I DO have those classes. With both of you."
"So 'fess up," Ray said, imitating a sherriff's western drawl. "Where were ya?"
Travis, setting up in the tech booth, broke in, "We're on in a minute. Cut the interrogation."
"This isn't over!" Ray cried dramatically, putting on his headphones.
They waited for Travis to count them down, slipping into their radio persona's like a second skin.
At his cue, Question Mark started in, "This is Radio -"
"Free -" Shady Lane chimed.
"Roscoe!" Pronto finished.
"I'm Question Mark, and I'm wondering, what's the deal with P.E?" Robbie said, leaning into the mic. "I mean, what's the point?"
"Wait," Shady interrupted. "I thought you liked gym class?"
"He did," Pronto laughed. "Until he got owned in a game of basketball. By a girl. In front of the whooole class."
"What's the problem?" Shady continued. "That happens to lots of guys."
"Not to good ol' Question Mark here," Pronto laughed again. "This was his first time."
"I don't get it," Shady complained. "Girls can play sports just as well as guys. What's the big deal if you get beaten by one? It's the same as if a guy beats you!"
"No it isn't!" Question Mark cried. "It's humiliating."
"And we've got a string of calls," Smog said with humor in his voice. "No doubt from many raging female athletes."
"You've done it now," Shady said in a sing song voice.
Travis held up the chalkboard, where the name 'JJ' was scrawled.
"Well, JJ, what's you're opinion?" she asked.
"Guys are so insensitive," the girl's voice came over the speakers. "WE can play just as good as you, it shouldn't be humiliating for us to win!"
"Well, that's one opinion," Ray said, glancing at Travis. "What about you, Jim?"
A male voice filtered through the speakers. "Girls just don't get it. Sports is OUR area to excel. It's bad when they take that away from us. Chicks shouldn't be more masculine than we are!"
"Word of advice," Shady said. "We prefer being called girls, not chicks."
"Even I have to admit that was a bit chauvinistic," Question Mark said.
"What about you, Ace?" Lily asked, checking the chalk board. "What do you have to say?"
Another male voice came on. "Personally, I like a girl who can offer some competition. I don't think it's embarrassing to lose to a worthy opponent. Plus...it's kinda sexy!"
Pronto laughed. "My man!"
"Perfect way to segue into some music," Question Mark said. "Shady?"
"For your listening pleasure," she said. "Here's Trapt with Still Frame."
Travis cued the music, and they paused to remove their headphones.
"So," Ray started in, "do we get to know where you guys where, or what?"
"You're relentless!" Lily said, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Well?" Robbie asked. "Do we?"
"No!" Lily laughed.
"Travis?" Ray prodded. "Come on, man!"
Travis responded with. "We're back on in five, four..."
The rest of the broadcast went smoothly, aside from the constant prodding. Robbie got the point eventually, and stopped asking, but Ray was, true to Lily's description, relentless.
"Ray," Lily said calmly as they gathered up their belongings. "I'm going to walk out the door now."
"Come on, Lil!" Ray pleaded. "Give me a hint!"
She whistled nonchalantly.
"Travis?" Ray asked.
"Sorry, I've gotta get to karate," he said, winking, and dashing out the door with a laugh.
"Someone's in a good mood," Robbie remarked.
"Yeah," Ray agreed.
"Well, gotta run!" Lily said, lest she be tag teamed. "Gotta make dinner for mom!"
Ray and Robbie watched her go with confused looks.
"Man...those two are weird today."
Lily didn't really have to make dinner. In fact, her parents weren't even going to be home that night, so she was free to gorge herself on ice cream if she wanted. Instead she headed downtown. She was hoping to catch up with Travis and maybe give back the umbrella, but if not, she could always, oh, say...shop.
She saw a figure walking ahead of her, and wondered if it was Travis. She started to call out, but stopper herself. She wasn't stupid. It was dark out, and it wasn't really safe to be yelling at strangers on an isolated side street.
She followed the person, who seemed to be taking the same route as her, until they were downtown, safely among the crowds and streetlights.
Unfortunately, Lily lost the would-be Travis in the throng of people out to shop in the Friday night. The rain had died down to a drizzle, at people were taking advantage of it.
Lily could relate. A little wetness was a small sacrifice to pay for the freedom. They'd all been pretty much confined to their homes, businesses, etc, since the rain had started. Now, it was time to breathe some fresh, albeit moist, air.
She headed to the music store, first, checking out their selection, then made her way from store to store, perusing the supplies, wondering what to blow her money on. She finally settled on a really cool pair of shoes at the department store. Cheap, yet awesome...just her style.
With her purchase swinging in her hand, she headed for home. About halfway there she realized she still had Travis's father's umbrella. She didn't know whether he'd need it back, or if his father had a spare, but she knew her father didn't like her to lend out his things for extended periods of times, so she decide to swing past his house and drop it off.
Locating the house proved more difficult than she remembered, what with the darkness and the unfamiliar territory, but she did it.
Climbing the stairs, she set down her bag and pressed lightly on the doorbell, shaking off the umbrella. There was no answer, so she tried knocking.
"Lily?" a voice said from behind her, startling her.
She let out a yelp, jumping around.
"It's just me!" Travis said from the bottom of the stairs.
"Geez," Lily said, "give a girl a heart attack."
"What are you doing here?" he asked, standing still at the bottom of the stairs.
"Oh, uh, I came to return your dad's umbrella," she said. "I didn't know if he needed it or..."
"Thanks," Travis said simply.
"You gonna stand there all night?" she joked, straining to see him beyond the porch light.
He sighed and climbed the stairs.
"Travis!" Lily cried. "What happened?"
He didn't seem to understand at first. "What?"
"You're bleeding!" she cried, rushing to him.
"Oh, still?" he muttered, putting his sleeve to his bloody nose.
"What happened?" she asked again.
"I've got a problem with hitting girls," he said, going past her to unlock the door. "But my sensei has no problem with pairing me up against them."
Lily furrowed her brow. "I don't get it."
"I hold back," Travis shrugged. "She doesn't."
Lily frowned.
"Thanks for bringing back the umbrella," he said. "You want me to walk you home?"
"No," she shook her head. "That's okay."
"Alright," he said, letting himself in. "See you tomorrow."
He left her standing on the porch, still frowning.
"Okay..."
Ray and Robbie were already at the station when Lily and Travis came rushing in from the downpour, shaking their umbrellas, and somehow still soaked. Both looked up as the door banged open.
"Well, well, well," Ray said, clapping his hands together. "Look who it is!"
"Lily and Travis!" Robbie joined in, grinning. "Both of who were mysteriously absent today."
"We weren't absent," Lily said, putting her borrowed umbrella down. "We were in school."
"Then where were you fifth period?" Robbie pointed out.
"And lunch," added Ray. "Oh, and also sixth, seventh, eighth...need I continue?"
"Ray, we don't even have all those classes together," Lily said, staring at him. "Are you stalking me?"
"What? No," Ray said hurriedly. "I just happened to be wandering the halls."
Robbie laughed. "Unlike Pronto here, I DO have those classes. With both of you."
"So 'fess up," Ray said, imitating a sherriff's western drawl. "Where were ya?"
Travis, setting up in the tech booth, broke in, "We're on in a minute. Cut the interrogation."
"This isn't over!" Ray cried dramatically, putting on his headphones.
They waited for Travis to count them down, slipping into their radio persona's like a second skin.
At his cue, Question Mark started in, "This is Radio -"
"Free -" Shady Lane chimed.
"Roscoe!" Pronto finished.
"I'm Question Mark, and I'm wondering, what's the deal with P.E?" Robbie said, leaning into the mic. "I mean, what's the point?"
"Wait," Shady interrupted. "I thought you liked gym class?"
"He did," Pronto laughed. "Until he got owned in a game of basketball. By a girl. In front of the whooole class."
"What's the problem?" Shady continued. "That happens to lots of guys."
"Not to good ol' Question Mark here," Pronto laughed again. "This was his first time."
"I don't get it," Shady complained. "Girls can play sports just as well as guys. What's the big deal if you get beaten by one? It's the same as if a guy beats you!"
"No it isn't!" Question Mark cried. "It's humiliating."
"And we've got a string of calls," Smog said with humor in his voice. "No doubt from many raging female athletes."
"You've done it now," Shady said in a sing song voice.
Travis held up the chalkboard, where the name 'JJ' was scrawled.
"Well, JJ, what's you're opinion?" she asked.
"Guys are so insensitive," the girl's voice came over the speakers. "WE can play just as good as you, it shouldn't be humiliating for us to win!"
"Well, that's one opinion," Ray said, glancing at Travis. "What about you, Jim?"
A male voice filtered through the speakers. "Girls just don't get it. Sports is OUR area to excel. It's bad when they take that away from us. Chicks shouldn't be more masculine than we are!"
"Word of advice," Shady said. "We prefer being called girls, not chicks."
"Even I have to admit that was a bit chauvinistic," Question Mark said.
"What about you, Ace?" Lily asked, checking the chalk board. "What do you have to say?"
Another male voice came on. "Personally, I like a girl who can offer some competition. I don't think it's embarrassing to lose to a worthy opponent. Plus...it's kinda sexy!"
Pronto laughed. "My man!"
"Perfect way to segue into some music," Question Mark said. "Shady?"
"For your listening pleasure," she said. "Here's Trapt with Still Frame."
Travis cued the music, and they paused to remove their headphones.
"So," Ray started in, "do we get to know where you guys where, or what?"
"You're relentless!" Lily said, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Well?" Robbie asked. "Do we?"
"No!" Lily laughed.
"Travis?" Ray prodded. "Come on, man!"
Travis responded with. "We're back on in five, four..."
The rest of the broadcast went smoothly, aside from the constant prodding. Robbie got the point eventually, and stopped asking, but Ray was, true to Lily's description, relentless.
"Ray," Lily said calmly as they gathered up their belongings. "I'm going to walk out the door now."
"Come on, Lil!" Ray pleaded. "Give me a hint!"
She whistled nonchalantly.
"Travis?" Ray asked.
"Sorry, I've gotta get to karate," he said, winking, and dashing out the door with a laugh.
"Someone's in a good mood," Robbie remarked.
"Yeah," Ray agreed.
"Well, gotta run!" Lily said, lest she be tag teamed. "Gotta make dinner for mom!"
Ray and Robbie watched her go with confused looks.
"Man...those two are weird today."
Lily didn't really have to make dinner. In fact, her parents weren't even going to be home that night, so she was free to gorge herself on ice cream if she wanted. Instead she headed downtown. She was hoping to catch up with Travis and maybe give back the umbrella, but if not, she could always, oh, say...shop.
She saw a figure walking ahead of her, and wondered if it was Travis. She started to call out, but stopper herself. She wasn't stupid. It was dark out, and it wasn't really safe to be yelling at strangers on an isolated side street.
She followed the person, who seemed to be taking the same route as her, until they were downtown, safely among the crowds and streetlights.
Unfortunately, Lily lost the would-be Travis in the throng of people out to shop in the Friday night. The rain had died down to a drizzle, at people were taking advantage of it.
Lily could relate. A little wetness was a small sacrifice to pay for the freedom. They'd all been pretty much confined to their homes, businesses, etc, since the rain had started. Now, it was time to breathe some fresh, albeit moist, air.
She headed to the music store, first, checking out their selection, then made her way from store to store, perusing the supplies, wondering what to blow her money on. She finally settled on a really cool pair of shoes at the department store. Cheap, yet awesome...just her style.
With her purchase swinging in her hand, she headed for home. About halfway there she realized she still had Travis's father's umbrella. She didn't know whether he'd need it back, or if his father had a spare, but she knew her father didn't like her to lend out his things for extended periods of times, so she decide to swing past his house and drop it off.
Locating the house proved more difficult than she remembered, what with the darkness and the unfamiliar territory, but she did it.
Climbing the stairs, she set down her bag and pressed lightly on the doorbell, shaking off the umbrella. There was no answer, so she tried knocking.
"Lily?" a voice said from behind her, startling her.
She let out a yelp, jumping around.
"It's just me!" Travis said from the bottom of the stairs.
"Geez," Lily said, "give a girl a heart attack."
"What are you doing here?" he asked, standing still at the bottom of the stairs.
"Oh, uh, I came to return your dad's umbrella," she said. "I didn't know if he needed it or..."
"Thanks," Travis said simply.
"You gonna stand there all night?" she joked, straining to see him beyond the porch light.
He sighed and climbed the stairs.
"Travis!" Lily cried. "What happened?"
He didn't seem to understand at first. "What?"
"You're bleeding!" she cried, rushing to him.
"Oh, still?" he muttered, putting his sleeve to his bloody nose.
"What happened?" she asked again.
"I've got a problem with hitting girls," he said, going past her to unlock the door. "But my sensei has no problem with pairing me up against them."
Lily furrowed her brow. "I don't get it."
"I hold back," Travis shrugged. "She doesn't."
Lily frowned.
"Thanks for bringing back the umbrella," he said. "You want me to walk you home?"
"No," she shook her head. "That's okay."
"Alright," he said, letting himself in. "See you tomorrow."
He left her standing on the porch, still frowning.
"Okay..."